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Chapter Five
Two men dragged the bloody body after them. Not caring about the victim's health as his head bumped along the floor.
They had done this too many times to care. They had covered up too many brutal murders to worry about one whiny ass boy.
They did their jobs and in return they got money, protection and respect.
Well, respect wasn't the word for it. They were obeyed because they were feared. That kind of respect was not earned by doing great deeds, it was earned by hiding bloody bodies in alleys like this one.
It was done by playing dumb for the cops, which in most cases, wasn't acting at all.
Red McFinnigan wasn't someone you messed around with. If he wanted to fight, you had to fight.
He practically ran the fight club. His father, Patrick had been decent from Ireland, now living the American life; his mother was the kind and dear Hannah Redford from California.
His father named him for his mother, Redford, which over the years became Red. Red liked the name, whenever he heard it; it acted as a sort of reminder that the colour of blood was his name. He intended to draw the red substance from the veins of many merely to prove his name.
His son, Orion, had been named by Red's wife, who was currently rotting in the bottom of a lake somewhere in Canada.
Red didn't want to be nice. Red didn't like to be nice. Red was as nice as the devil on a bad day, sometimes the devil was nicer.
Red watched as they dragged the cocky, now unconscious boy away. Shouts of approval rang out across the hall.
They knew who they must worship and they fulfilled the criteria well enough. For now.
Red gazed at the many rivals he had to pick from now. Orion had done a fine job of pulling new flesh of the street, reeling them in from schools, pubs, garages, streets. Where ever the adolescent brain of his took him at the time.
Red wipe the blood from his face, silently cursing, the little Winchester packed a mean punch.
He refused another fight and left for the night.
He followed his henchmen down the stairs. "Make sure no one ever finds him again." He said, and then he was gone.
Most of the long term fighters here had theories about what McFinnigan was. Some said he was a ghost, for no other could vanish like he. Some said he was an illusional, never really there to vanish anyways.
Red liked to think of himself as a god, but in all honest truth, he was just a fighter.
No one ever guess where Dean Winchester would be come the rising of the sun.
He made sure no one could trace it to him; he made sure he was clean.
Dean could die in peace.
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So, another chapter for you. As for Red's wife, I'll let you decide what happened there.
So…is John going to save Dean? Will Dean die? Is Red gonna get what he deserves? Am I mental?
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